This is a song about "Speed running"

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Bitch, speed up no go slower

And there's little to be glad for

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Let's proceed to my execution speed.